“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A very nice friend sent me a card out of the blue. I opened it up and there was balloon shaped glitter thingies in it. The pups were very confused! It was a blast.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
It's always fun to get a card in the mail when you don't expect it!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
LOL Yeah. Glitter and everything else was banned at my wedding because we had it outside. They said if every day someone threw glitter it would be built up like crazy. We weren't even allowed to throw bird seed.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Last time at Disney, Caitlyn and I had reservations for the princess breakfast.
We fought the crowds at the gate and hurried to the castle and when we got there, we were late.
I was out of breath and we were both frustrated.
The hostess looks at me, smiles like she is in a tooth whitening commercial and says, "looks like you could use some magic pixie dust" and hands me a handful of mouservice shaped confetti and glitter.
Me and Caitlyn looked at each other rolled our eyes at the same time.
I still have some of that some where.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
No there wasn't! But I was so excited opening the card it went everywhere. The puppies were confused!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
It's beautiful balloon glitter I might add. They probably call it confetti. Who knows. I guess I'm not up on my glitter terms.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Oh, yeah, for SS's bday DN wrapped his gift in sparkly paper. We still have sparkles around. She also painted my wrapping paper black. Inside was some cooking utensils. Some of the paint leaked through and got on them.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Hahahaha, I'm blond. I probably would. It takes me a few tries to get with the program. Learning curve and all. I never get any mail so when I get something in the mail I get so excited I'm like a kid at Christmas.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou